Four-Barrel Gone

It's two am
Me and jack been at it again
She never did like my friend
This time will be the end

I see her bags are packed
This time she won't look back
There's nothing I can say
That's gonna make her stay

At first morning light
She'll head for that Judge
And make things right
I chased her down the driveway and into the street
Just to find a yellow line a two black streaks
I heard that quadrajet moan
Cause my baby is four-barrel gone

She was born in sixty-nine
And knew how to red line
She wore a carousel red dress
She had all the curves and was blessed
Like an angel with a wing on her back
She was more than enough to give you a heart attack

So I jumped in my ole truck
Just chase her down
Caught those taillights on the other side of town
When she shifted into that highway gear
That four hundred made it clear
She had nothing to fear

At first morning light
She'll head for that Judge
And make things right
I chased her down the driveway and into the street
Just to find a yellow line a two black streaks
I heard that quadrajet moan
Cause my baby is four-barrel gone